Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

It's too late to change it now!

Sigh! This grandpa is so wealthy, should I be even more wary of him?

Looking into the distance, at his grandfather who was discussing business with that chestnut-faced man, he slowly sighed and adjusted his posture.

Just as he was about to signal the eight-armed alien to get himself some more drinks.

A flash of green light appeared, and a portal appeared less than three meters away from Morty.

The ricket content in this area seems to be quite high.

The next second, Rick walked out with Morty.

The former reeked of alcohol, hiccuped incessantly, and his eyes were devoid of color. However, when he saw his grandfather's back, a hint of surprise and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

The latter...said way too much.

"Jesus, Rick, what the hell is this place? My mom just told us to go buy some seasonings, and here we are! Let's go back quickly, this place looks dangerous!"

"Huh? There's a Morty here? Rick, what's going on? Why are there other Morties? And there's another Rick over there..."

"Wow! He looks exactly like you, Rick, Jesus! Is he your twin brother?"

"Jesus!"

Grandpa, who was discussing business, heard the words behind him and turned around. When he saw Rick and Morty, his face clearly darkened.

From an outsider's perspective, Morty recalled the more than one hundred Ricks and Mortys they had encountered in the past six months.

Even the most outrageous gender-swapped Rick and Morty failed to make this grandfather's face darken.

But these two people looked almost exactly like them, even their hairstyles were identical.

But this made Grandpa's expression turn strange.

“Rick, what’s wrong?” Morty asked.

Grandpa glanced at Rick, then at Morty, his face breaking into a smile again. He said in a forcedly relaxed tone, "It's nothing, I just didn't expect to run into a Rick here."

Before Morty could continue,

Rick pulled an energy pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Grandpa.

With an icy tone and a murderous intent devoid of anger, he asked a question in the calmest of words that sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"You answered the question wrong. This gun will freeze your body and soul. After I capture you, I will use the Soul Blade to slice your soul open piece by piece, and then put a million pieces of your soul into a million kinds of torture until you are willing to tell the truth."

Morty: "Is this a torture-type Rick...?"

Despite being threatened by this stranger Rick, Grandpa remained calm and smiled, saying, "Since you're Rick, and I'm Rick, do you think I wouldn't think of something you can think of?"

"Alright, save your breath. I'm not one of those idiots in Ruicheng, and don't think your crappy gun can take me down."

Upon hearing this, Rick narrowed his eyes, his thumb already close to the trigger of the gun.

Grandpa stretched his right hand back, ready to counter Rick's attack at any moment.

Morty and another Morty...

The two exchanged a glance and saw the deep affection between them, so they decided to sit down and watch the two old men fight.

However, it was the chestnut-faced alien from the cosmic trading market who stepped in and forcefully extinguished the impending conflict between the two.

"Stop! You Ricks are the biggest trouble in countless universes!"

"If even the slightest battle breaks out here today, we will mobilize everyone to search for Ruicheng and reach a strategic cooperation agreement with the Galactic Empire!"

"If you don't believe me, then shoot!"

Threatening Rick shouldn't have worked, but it seems that when it comes to Rick City, threats miraculously have an effect.

Rick, whose cold exterior concealed a murderous intent, put away his gun and stared at his grandfather with the look of someone looking at a dead man for a while.

He opened the portal and left with his Morty.

This unexpected situation came and went quickly. Morty, who had no idea what was going on, felt that his grandfather must know the other party's identity.

And if I ask him this question now, my grandfather will more or less tell me some of the truth.

So he asked.

After asking the question, he was dumbfounded.

"Rick from C137 Universe...?"

[Holy crap! This is the real deal! The guy standing at the very top of the Rick crowd! The most Rick of all Rick!]

Morty, whose heart was in turmoil, was unable to calm himself down for a long time.

Because it was back when I first met my maternal grandfather.

His appearance was exactly like C137 Rick's, coupled with his alcoholism and his nihilistic state of mind.

He mistakenly believed that his grandfather was C137.

It wasn't until later that Morty deduced from some details that his grandfather was not C137, but another Rick.

However, since not even a C137 can be this Ricky, how Ricky can the real C137, the most Ricky version of Rick, be?

Morty really saw it all today.

He's ruthless and doesn't talk much; he drew his gun right away, but suddenly stopping seems a bit out of character...

Hey grandpa over there, I want to ask you if you need Morty? I want to hang out with you, the master of serious dramas!

That chestnut-faced alien is a character who doesn't even exist in Rick and Morty; he's just someone who does 'small' deals like selling the universe.

With just a few words, C137 could be made to leave on its own.

Something is wrong!

At this moment, Grandpa, who had remained motionless, added to Morty as if by telepathy, "Ruicheng is very important to C137; it's part of his grand plan."

"However, what's relevant to us is that he's looking for a murderer, the murderer who killed his wife."

"I was also a suspect, but this time he just happened to find me."

Let's get out of here quickly.

Looking at his increasingly un-Ricky grandfather, and the concern in his tone, Morty felt that his grandfather was indeed a bit of a scoundrel most of the time.

But when it really matters, I still care about him.

Before leaving, however, Grandpa still took a flyer printed with mercury from the chestnut-faced guy.

I was originally planning to give Kerry a surprise.

As a result of being disturbed by C137, we could only go back and let him choose for himself!

That bastard, because of the Galactic Empire's invasion of the Cthulhu world, it's practically impossible for him not to bleed a little.

Chapter 041 Playing with Fire

My plan to buy a universe, a small project involving on-site selection, was ruined by C137.

After Morty returned home with his grandfather.

Grandpa then went to find Kerry.

Morty, too, encountered trouble that was unique to him.

But this problem was immediately resolved!

"Morty! Are you trying to get away from...?"

When Beth found Morty with the bionic organ, a portal opened behind her, and a Rick walked out of it.

Knowing that his grandfather had already gone to find Morty in Clay, his heart skipped a beat.

Something's not right!

Run!

Without a second thought, Morty sold Beth out.

The reason is that his relationship with Beth, which is nominally a mother-son relationship, hasn't yet developed into the kind of deep bond where he'd take the blame for her if she's in danger.

Beth was also a little confused looking at Rick.

She seemed unsure whether this person was actually her grandfather, as she had seen several Ricks before.

next second.

As soon as Beth pulled out an energy gun, she knew the visitor meant trouble and fled towards the living room.

Rick ignored Beth and chased after Morty.

[Holy crap! They've even pulled out guns! Rick, who's so hostile towards us, is definitely using C137! How did he find this place?!]

[They've never had any interaction with us before!]

[How come after just one unexpected encounter, they've become so eager to fight and kill...?]

No, it's not my problem, it must be Grandpa's problem...

[Fuck! Why did he mess with C137?! That guy is the most terrifying one!]

As Morty sprinted toward the house next door, he was inwardly cursing himself for never having a moment of peace.

When he arrived at the door of the house where the old Ke family lived.

Through the glass, Morty saw that Kerry and his group had already entered the portal, while his grandfather was gesturing to him with a serrated gun.

The tacit understanding cultivated over six months of fighting allowed him to immediately understand and lower his body.

Noisy!

After a sharp, ear-piercing sound.

Within a one-kilometer radius of Lao Ke's house, all the houses, at a height of 1.1 meters, were cut in half by a powerful gust of wind.

Countless people at home, cars parked on the roadside, or even a tree were plunged into the extreme agony of impending death.

Morty turned pale with fright at the scene, which resembled a living hell.

He still heard his grandfather shouting at him.